I gasp when I see her and frown when she goes, I dare not to tell her what all others know. Her age is an issue, she is my junior, I try hard around her to not be a bore. She laughs at my funnies, her eyes sparkling, her slightest attention a momentous thing. I made though a promise, to not chase her down, but rather to sow my oats in other ground. Her company quickens, and heats up my soup, when I'm not around her my spirits can droop. To me she's attractive, upbeat, and stable, forever however unattainable.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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